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Still no cat and the weather has worsened.

I'm beginning to accept I won't see her again.

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Don't say that. My kitty disappeared and came back 3 months later. Bloody mooch was living with a neighbor and decided to come back when it pleased his almightiness.

Maybe. But 1. I don't think she's that type of cat, 2. All the neighbours know, 3. she doesn't know where home is.

I'm really sorry. :( Such a nightmare, not knowing for sure. *hugs*

I think it's the end of the panic and reality setting in.

I am very sorry. But remember, animals know a lot more than we sometimes give them credit for. Dogs and cats have been known to find their way back home from astoundingly long distances.

I know, but even if she came home - assuming she knows where that is, which I doubt - I love upstairs and I'd never know.

I'm so sorry. ((hugs))


I'm still hoping that she's going to turn up, but I understand why you're preparing yourself. *hugs*

Yeah, the odds of getting her back seem to be getting slimmer.

I'm hoping she may surprise all of us yet but believe you are probably right. :(

Edited at 2009-10-04 06:47 pm (UTC)

I just can't keep up this searching three times a day to achieve nothing.

As has been said, she may still turn up, but it's harder to keep up hope as time goes by. It's the not knowing that's the hardest to take. *hugs*

The emotion is very motivating, but I've done everything and now the emotion is easing it's getting harder to get out and search for no results.

I understand how you feel. We lost one of ours over this past winter. He went outside just like always-and...he just never came back. And then there was a blizzard over the next week after he left. We had to accept that he was not coming back. It was hard, but you'll come to terms and possibly get a new cat.

I'll get a new cat after Christmas probably.

Just a note from someone you don't know - to say years ago my idiot brother had let our indoor cats outside accidentally. We had gotten five out of six back - the sixth, a tortoise shell and nervous of people and, well, everything, hadn't. Every night for two weeks one of us would go out, with a slice of cheese (they always bugged for cheese and came when they heard the crinkle of the wrapper) - and crinkled it, calling her name. We figured it was hopeless after searching for her, but she did, one night, come running back. Here's hoping you have the same sort of luck, hugs and best wishes

Thanks. I've lost heart, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking! Two weeks does seem to be the tipping point a lot of the time.

Thanks. I'm not handling this very well.

Fluffy wandered off (and my parents live next to a wood with foxes) and didn't come back. We gave up. He returned a year later, calmly sauntered in and jumped on Dad's knee. Don't give up. Someone may have taken pity on her and brought her in and not seen your notices ::hugs you::

I'd feel better if she was an outdoor cat. My parents had one that went missing for six months twice, but she was a survivor.

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